At The Beginning
becoming-jules:
Her ears burned from the comments and laughter she could just about make out over the general din of the classroom. Most of the time she counted herself lucky for the friends sheâd made at Hogwarts. But in that moment she really wished theyâd disappear. It wasnât so much for her own benefit as much as it was for Aliceâs but Jules mostly couldnât see the need to make such a big deal out of wanting to reach out and befriend the Ravenclaw that had remained so elusive in her life, despite their shared friendship circle.
âYou know what they say about patience, right?â Jules stilled her hands long enough to look over and make sure her eyes met Aliceâs. âGood things come to those that wait.â Were they still even talking about the potion? Cause really, her words applied to more than just the concoction bubbling away in front of them. âI mean⊠I guess I really like the sense of accomplishment when itâs done? Itâs like working on a project, except I know immediately how it turns out,â she offered, giving Alice an out if her casual flirting wasnât wanted.
It was weird to her how many people sheâd met who didnât like flying. The sense of freedom it afforded her when they were cooped up in the castle grounds was only part of the reason she couldnât wait to get on her broom at any given opportunity. âThat makes sense. Canât say Iâve ever seen you on a broom. Not a fan of heights?â Having issues with being high up was one thing, but if it was something else, Jules wanted to see if she could help. âOr just not used to it? I donât mean to toot my own horn, but I guess I kinda amâŠbut Iâm pretty good. Bet I could make you reconsider how much you hate flying.â
"Patience and I aren't friends," Alice quickly retorted. "In fact, I can't stand patience. Patience either gets you killed or makes life super boring. But that's more of a me, thing, and not really a logical way of thinking. So..." Alice shrugged, eyes looking down at the potion that continued to bubble and brew as her hands went to tapping lightly on the table in an unknown rhythm. It was then that she looked up just in time to have Jules' gorgeous gaze land on hers as she spoke the next sentence.
Just like that her throat felt tight and she didn't know why. More-so than that she didn't want to know why. Clearing her throat, she looked back down at the potion and decided that she should probably respond to Jules in some way. "And here I thought that Gryffindors weren't perfectionists. I'll have to write that one down in the new manual." She joked, well, at least she hoped it came off as a joke. She was horrible at jokes.
Alice felt her body immediately freeze at the talks of flying. She had remained safely on the ground all these years, there was no way in hell she was going to be up in the air on some stupid ass broom. "You know, I doubt even the prettiest girl at Hogwarts could make me get on a broom." She didn't realize what she'd implied as her gaze turned back to the potion that was now bubbling the correct color. "Oh hey it looks like that's done!"







